Grand Slam

Yeah, huh

Uh (Hahaha)

Uh-huh

Huh (That ho just too regular, yeah)

Uh, huh

I doubt he like me

Go 'head, run yo' mouth, shit funny to me, really, it's very simple

I call it the "make no money" disease, and buddy got every symptom

They go both ways in the Cullinan truck

The doors must hate each other, damn

They like, "ian, you famous, boy"

Really don't make much difference, uh

I really don't pay it much mind

End of the day, I'm the man still, huh

I'm finna take what's mine, hell nah, I don't need yo' handout, huh

Just bought her some Maison Margielas, your ho used to the Stan Smith's, uh

All of my bases covered, fuck around, hit me a grand slam

Scared that once I say it, I can't never take it back

My hermano crazy 'bout the pollo, Breaking Bad

Family-size this Wraith I drive, way too much room to spare

It's yo' time, just put yo' mind to it and get that shit

You gotta be sad as hell, maybe give bein' yourself a try

My pockets 'bout fat as hell, they don't really get much exercise

As soon as you tired of him, baby, come see how this Lexus drive

Can't give them the time of day, I'm really not here to impress nobody

Everybody faces covered, go 'head, check the surveillance footage

You testin' my patience, shawty, but I'ma keep holding out faith for us

I feel like it's way too soon to say it, but maybe it's great for us

I'll send a prayer for you and yo' mans, it's not looking great for ya

Scared that once I say it, I can't never take it back

My hermano crazy about the pollo, Breaking Bad

Family size

Family-size this Wraith I drive, way too much room to spare

It's yo' time, just put yo' mind to it and get that shit